Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
'You're no good Alexandra.. I sat there and thought to myself.
I sat there thinking, taking my last final breathes. How the fuck did I get here..'
My vision was becoming more and more impaired. The crimson stains on my wrist told a different story then the fake smile I wore everyday. I never thought I'd ever actually get to this point. The room got more and more blurry, I grabbed the bottle of vodka and took down the rest of the bottle feeling the burning sensation throughout my body.
I stared at the once full bottle of pills, I merely sat there for a minute or so, praying my mother wouldn't have to walk in on this, praying she wasn't the one who had to find me. I hoped my father did, or maybe even my so called 'Prince Charming' who posted fake nudes of me all over the internet, just because of one measly fight.
I couldn't stand it any longer, I grabbed the blade and carved "Daddy" into my right thigh and "Damon into my left. As the blade pierced my skin the blood poured out, I sliced deeper and deeper into my skin till I was surrounded in my own blood.
I stared at the blood around me, as my vision got blurrier and blurrier everything went completely black, and that was it. Suddenly, I notice a black angel slowly emerging from the black mist that surrounded me. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me. His deep, blue eyes, stared into mine intimidatingly. It was like he was trying to put me into some sort of entrancement, something inside of me was saying to look away, but I couldn't. The Angel began to lean in, his icy cold lips pressed against mine. They felt hard and unnatural, like he was made out of stone. Pulling away, he said in a harsh tone, "It's your turn now, Alexandra".
My turn? My turn for what? I thought to my self, but before I could ask my eyes went black. I went through this force, it felt as if I was having a flash back, but I wasn't. I opened my eyes to look down at myself suffering and gasping for air. I was literally watching over my own death. Looking over at the angel in horror I cupped my hands around my mouth trying my hardest not to scream, I backed away as tears started rolling down my cheeks.
"What have you done?" I asked shakily.
Letting out a smirk which sent shivers down my spine, he simply responded with "I have given you a gift, Alexandra.. You are the new angel of darkness!" before disappearing into thin air.
Slipping down to the floor all I could think was, I just kissed fucking death.